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V for Virginial and other (incorrect assumptions) #AtoZchallenge

Posted by on 11:15 pm in A-Z 2014, BDSM, Featured, realism, Writing tips | 0 comments

V for Virginial and other (incorrect assumptions) #AtoZchallenge

Y’know what drives me absolutely bonkers about people getting into erotica is that in some books are just downright terrifying as to what they ‘represent’ as fact.  One of the absolute crackers are the ‘natural, virginial’ women that just happen to tame the slightly rogue dominant master who is jaded and tired of the scene, and suddenly finds his/her freedom nirvana ‘teaching’ a virgin. Let me tell you something about most people’s first times, that I’m sure you’ll remember too…. My first time was a fumbling, painful, not orgasmic at all affair, even though I was with a much more experienced man, who offered to teach me.  Yes, it could be that I landed with a poor ‘teacher’, but I suspect it’s more like I just wasn’t equipped to deal with what was happening.  As I suspect most of us aren’t.  Teens shouldn’t be exposed to sex when young, IMO, though there is a completely different argument against when ‘too young’ ends. So that was my first, painful experience.  Couple that with an infection and yeah, I loved that. My second and third experiences were much the same. Long after, I talked to others about it, and was told that my experience wasn’t unusual. So why do we write scenes where the virgin has wonderful, mind-blowing, multi-orgasmic sex that just keeps getting better and better. Anyone? I guess the answer to that is that it’s just not sexy.  But y’know, I’d like to read sometime that something was fumbled and wrong and off and still sexy.  And I bet it’s out there, because I haven’t read a lot of erotica recently – and the stuff I read for my degree was all of the highly lauded stuff. What do you think?  Am I being unfair?  Got any book recommendations for...

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Unapologetically Unbridled an intro of Keira Michelle Telford #AtoZChallenge

Posted by on 7:32 am in A-Z 2014, Featured, Introductions | 2 comments

Unapologetically Unbridled an intro of Keira Michelle Telford #AtoZChallenge

Unapologetically Unbridled with Keira Michelle Telford I’m new here, and I’m very excited to be in a place where I can show off my naughty bits. In fact, I plan on flashing you frequently. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I’ll be showing you my vagina. (Some of you have already seen it anyway …). What it means is that I hope to write some erotic flash fiction for this site every now and again. For those who aren’t familiar with my work, I mostly write lesbian romance (sometimes in a contemporary setting, sometimes dystopian). Although I have one series of books (dystopian science fiction – not even remotely erotica) that centers primarily on a heterosexual romance, my main passion is lesbian erotic romantic fiction. I write what turns me on, and thus tend to fall a little bit in love every time I create a new character. I’ve even gone so far as writing flash fiction to sate my cravings to have sex with some of my favorite fictional women. “Kneeling between her thighs, I can’t help but stare at her hungry, glistening flesh. She’s exactly as I’d imagined her to be—which shouldn’t be a surprise, but somehow it still is. Every inch of her—every beautiful crease and fold—is exquisite, and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to rush. Turning my head slightly, I close my eyes and kiss her inner thigh, trailing my lips over her soft, pale skin. I hear a little gasp from her as I pinch her sensitive skin between my teeth, biting her gently, then I feel her hands reaching for the back of my head. She wants more.” My work is graphic. Whether I’m writing a fistfight or a sex scene, I tell it like it is, in all its glory, and I don’t skirt around anything. “I cry out. Or I think I do. My mouth’s open, but I’m not sure I’m making any sound. She grips my hips and works the glass cock in me relentlessly, ramming against my cervix on every thrust, lacing the pleasure of a vigorous fuck with the periodic discomfort of being over-filled.” That’s how I roll, baby. But it’s not just about sex. I love building sensual romantic relationships between two women, and one of my favorite kinks is age-gap relationships—especially cross-generational ones. Some people aren’t so keen on this aspect of my work, but I love exploring the different dynamics this can add to a relationship. To date, the longest age gap I’ve written about is twenty-two years. In it, a thirty-six-year-old woman takes in a fourteen-year-old girl and falls madly in love with her. Her love is reciprocated, but their relationship remains perfectly chaste. It’s not until six years later, when the woman is forty-two and the girl twenty, that they develop a sexual relationship. So how about you? What are some of your favorite kinks in romantic/erotic fiction? Meet Keira Michelle Telford Born and raised in Britain, Keira moved to British Columbia, Canada in 2006.  live on the west coast, in a townhouse that I share with my husband and a herd of guinea pigs. I’m the award-winning author of a series of post-apocalyptic romance novels called SILVER, a lesbian romance trilogy called The Prisonworld Trilogy, and other lesbian erotic fiction. The world might...

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Transgressive Taboos and Why We Love Them #AtoZChallenge

Posted by on 2:34 pm in A-Z 2014, Featured | 3 comments

Transgressive Taboos and Why We Love Them #AtoZChallenge

Erotica is transgressive by nature.  Someone smarter than me said “Simply discussing female pleasure is an act of rebellion.”  I don’t remember who.  Probably Camille Paglia or Naomi Wolf or some other icon of things I only barely begin to understand.  But what I do understand is that while pleasure and sex may be transgressive in some circles, in many it’s not.  BDSM has even gone through a normalizing over the past few years, although many of the books I read labelled such only play at the real meaning of living the lifestyle. So what’s left?  What’s truly transgressive in this day and age when Walking Dead is discussed by children in elementary school halls?  And why do we care? The act of transgression is simply the act of breaking the rules.  Not the little ones like don’t speed or don’t cheat, but the big moral human rules.  Most societies have taboos which are not to be broached, either punishable in the legal system or socially, but the line in the sand doesn’t waiver on these.  The list differs through the ages and across cultures, but some hold up as basic humanity. Incest Paedophilia Cannibalism Bestiality Non-Consentual Sex (although definitions of consent vary widely) And yet, these are the very things we’re fascinated by.  Don’t believe me?  Check out Game of Thrones.  The only real love story in the whole thin in my opinion is Jaime and Cersei who are twins.  They transgress in so many ways: murder, incest, adultery, and yet we as the audience are fascinated by their affair.  Their deep love and devotion.  Jamie’s desperation for his sister even drives him to what should be considered rape – although it was hella hot. But for the most part, we avoid looking directly at the things which entrance us, because we aren’t supposed to.  By who’s moral compass are we not to look?  I give you that to ACT on these transgressions is reprehensible, but to be intrigued or titillated is a part of all of us. Most book distributors claim they will not sell books about incest, and yet they sell Flowers in the Attic.  Or books about Paedophilia and yet they sell Lolita and Gemma and Tampa.  It’s only in the Erotica genre that these topics are truly banned, because while we can discuss them, we can’t do it for pleasure. I posit that there’s no reason for this.  I’ve said it before, but if Erotica is about power, about reclaiming a discussion denied to women, what could be more paternalistic than telling me what I can and can’t find hot?  Art is not life.  Art is a reflection of life, a question of self.  It should make you uncomfortable and it should bring you joy.  Can anything that does both really be within the boundaries of someone else’s rules? One of the saddest things I ever hear is when someone says they won’t write what they have in their head because they’re worried it will offend people.  Or that their publisher “made them” take something out because it was too risqué.  This is the core of the Indie Revolution.  To no longer be silenced by gate keepers and those who underestimate readers. I have written Cannibal Erotica.  I have also written a book which looks a...

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S for Supernatural #AtoZChallenge

Posted by on 2:12 pm in A-Z 2014, Featured | 4 comments

S for Supernatural #AtoZChallenge

For S, I’m going to talk about supernatural. Not the television show, although I do watch it, but supernatural elements in erotic and romance works. I’m sure we all have our favorites, but I’m going to talk about some of mine. Since I was a child, vampires have been a huge favorite of mine. As I grew older, I read more works that had vampires in them, and there was a lot more romanticism in those stories. I became fascinated with the process of how one became a vampire, the sharing of the blood from one to another and the intimacy that the vampire shared with their “victims”. To be honest, my favorite vampires are the ones that are scary, bloodthirsty creatures. I’m not a fan of a lot of the more angst ridden works, but that’s just my opinion. 🙂 Another of my favorite supernatural elements is magic. I adore urban fantasy settings where the world I’m used to living is has an undercurrent of magic and mystery. One of my all time favorite series is The Hollows series by Kim Harrison. There’s so much going on in the world she created. Pixies, fairies, witches, demons, vampires, and werewolves all live in her world, and certainly do not coexist peacefully. Do you have a favorite supernatural element? Or do you prefer your books to be without...

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R is for River #AtoZchallenge #Introductions

Posted by on 10:40 am in A-Z 2014, Featured, Introductions | 0 comments

R is for River #AtoZchallenge #Introductions

Hi Guys! Once again, I’m stepping up to the plate to say hi.  But instead of introducing myself like everyone else, I thought I’d let my stories do the talking. I am a new writer, no books as yet, and I’d love to share a piece of it with you. James’ hands ran the length of her body, the satin under his fingers whispering a lament. The blue whispered back into the darkness that the dim light wasn’t reaching. “Don’t,” she said, her voice weak and depthless.  There was no conviction in that voice – no strength. He stopped, and looked her in the eyes, before hungrily claiming her mouth, his tongue licking and tickling each edge of his captive.  And she was rooted to the spot.  He finally stopped claiming her lips, though they still felt swollen and tingling.  Lips that wanted more and tried to drink it all in, to feel more. “Don’t,” she repeated again, her hand coming up between them, pushing a space between them.  His hands pulled at her dress, the lamenting whisper shivering up again.  She sucked in a breath, and he murmured something – it was lost in his own moan of pleasure as her hand slipped across his ribs, and traced the lines through his t-shirt.  His own hands came up, pulling the edge of her dress higher, one white, lace-edged confection lining the top of her leg.  His breath stilled, a breath half-pulled against her neck. “Please,” he sighed.  She shook her head.  Satin whispered back. She pulled back, and sat down on the stairs behind her. “What are we going to do?” she finally asked. “I don’t know,” he said.  “I’ll work something out,” he...

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Q is for Quill #atozchallenge

Posted by on 10:37 am in A-Z 2014, Featured | 2 comments

Q is for Quill #atozchallenge

Today’s offering is a bit of medieval erotica. Enjoy. I dip my quill into the reservoir once more. And I will arrive tomorrow morn. Your loveliness is that which draws me to you, and I will not be denied it. I look forward to enjoying the pleasures you will surrender to me as my consort. I use my wax and signet ring to seal it and call to my courier. “Make haste to the home of McCleric. Make certain that the virgin daughter receives this post. Say nothing. If I discover that ye have been inappropriate in any way, I will have your head.” I ruminate upon the last view I had of my intended. She is the fairest thing ever witnessed by these eyes, and I have no doubt that what lies between her milky thighs is equally as fair. My shaft desires it as I have never desired another, and tomorrow noonday will be the culmination of my preparations.   The entourage departed at dawn this morn and now, at noonday, we arrive at the hovel. A peasant, most certainly her sire, falls prostrate at the gate. “Welcome, Your Majesty! What would bring ye to our humble home today?” I snort. “My correspondence preceded me, did it not?” His wife has joined him in his humility before me, and I await their answer. He rises. “All apologies, Your Majesty. None here can read.” Infernal damnation. But no matter. “The correspondence advised that today I would marry your virgin daughter.” Their faces pale. “Our daughter Bridgid, Your Majesty?” “Yes. The fair young woman I saw at the market a fortnight ago as I traveled through the village of Buthirnok. I’ve thought of little else save piercing her womanhood since. Bring her forth and my priest will marry us.” There’s a rustling from inside the hovel and appearing in the doorway is a beauty whose breasts call to my empty palms. She glides toward me as though borne on a cloud, and her radiance stupefies me. “Your Majesty,” she whispers as she curtsies. “Into the abode, all of ye. We begin.” When we enter, I point to the table. “Remove your clothing. My priest will examine ye.” There is a deep blush which spreads across her chest. Disrobed and reclined, I see that her wool is smooth and orderly, even silky, and my manhood awakens. I gaze at her ripe breasts as my priest inserts his finger into her depths. “Intact, Your Majesty. She is indeed a virgin.” “Very well. The ceremony shall take place.” “Your Majesty, if I may . . .” I nod to her sire, who points to a young man. “Father Aloysius is the priest of the village. Might he perform the ceremony?” “No.” I see a look pass between Father Aloysius and the girl – her name now known – and I cannot fathom it, but no matter. The priest of the royal household intones the ceremony. When it is completed, I am brought my quill, ink, and parchment. I place the parchment upon the girl’s firm belly and write, Know ye subjects of the kingdom that henceforth ye shall recognize my wife, the virgin Bridgid of Buthirnok, as your queen. Her coronation ceremony will take place before the full moon. Once handed off, I hear the hoofbeats of...

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Porn in Picture by Pavarti K Tyler #AtoZChallenge

Posted by on 9:23 am in A-Z 2014, Featured | 0 comments

Porn in Picture by Pavarti K Tyler #AtoZChallenge

Such pretty things are the things of porn.  Such lovely curves and deliciously hard lines.  Why then does Porn for Porn’s sake turn me off so.  I love to see the moment when a mouth opens in ecstasy, when a leg wraps over a hip to pull the body of their lover closer, when a hand drops down to tease the softness below… Recently, I’ve discovered that it isn’t porn that bothers me, but professional porn.  Amateur Porn or the videos/images shared on Tumblr for example and uber hot. Nympho Ninjas is a great example of what I mean (http://nymphoninjas.net/), it’s a site where people submit pictures/videos of themselves and/or their lovers.  It’s beautiful, its raw and it’s real. I want to see your stretchmarks. I want to see your skit pulled taut across your body as you arch into your orgasm. I want to see the left over dishes on your bedside table as you swell in ecstasy.  The image of a stolen moment, an exposure is hot to me because of it’s transgression.  This is something you aren’t supposed to share with the world, and yet you do, you share yourself and in doing so you are daring the world to see you. And you turn me on. Isn’t that what erotica, what titillation is supposed to be about?  I dare you to look at me.  I dare you to see my perversions and my desires.  I dare you to step out of the boundaries you’ve been trapped within and join me out here where sex and shame have nothing in common. Bring your curves and your imperfections, bring your secrets and don’t fear judgement.  In this space we can explore it all together. I’ll meet you there.  Don’t forget your camera...

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O is for ‘ovaries exploding’

Posted by on 11:01 pm in A-Z 2014, BDSM, Featured, you should be writing | 1 comment

O is for ‘ovaries exploding’

I thought, given Darian’s out sick today, and it was her turn and she was going to cover something else and I can’t do it cause I didn’t know what she was going to say and honestly, the orgasm post needs a bit of a run up, that I’d share some of my favorite images and let you have a bit of a geekgasm instead. First up.  Click the images to find more, or the site they came from 🙂 # From the same post…. And now that we’re onto the Pacific Rim lads… More good stuff on the blog linked to this image…. Oh hai Sherlock. Fancy meeting you here…. Or the whip…. Although, being fair, that’s Morriarty….. Afterwards I’d be all…. And he’d be….   So in short…get back to writing….we’ll share more of these again soon!   Who’s your crush? Got a favorite gif?  Let me...

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N is for Naked truth #AtoZchallenge

Posted by on 10:05 am in A-Z 2014, Featured | 1 comment

N is for Naked truth #AtoZchallenge

 What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains. —Tennessee Williams from A Streetcar Named Desire, 1947   Truth is a frippery, an excuse. Declare it once and done, it becomes the safe harbor and a platform upon which fantasy and desire inflict open wounds. Love is the Truth that disrupts, corrupts, interrupts. Jack White penned it, pinned it—a thousand million shards of jagged edges slicing and dicing away at flesh turgid with denial. Truth is the intersect of pain and pleasure. Love is the soul naked to the other, jouissance beyond the pleasure principal… Suffering. Introspection. Excess. Pursuit. Boundaries. Transgression. Truth is exposure…  There were times he still cried, curled into a ball in a corner of the room he now called home, touching himself because nobody else would. Or bribing Jorge for a Friday night blow job that left him disappointed, because every time it happened, it hit home that there might be nothing more than just a quick scratch that never quite reached the itch. A gloved hand, the leather soft and supple and warm, gripped his wrist hard enough to crunch his bones into meal. Pain radiated clear to his shoulder, the nerves pinched and screeching in terror. He would have squirmed, but all thought drained to circle on that single point of agony. If he cried out, no sound made it to his ears, the band pummeling the dancers on the floor into a tribal frenzy with grunge band sonics. Tony found himself locked into mortal combat, and losing. The polished surface of the bar reflected his horror, eyes gone wild with fear and loathing that he couldn’t fight back. He wasn’t strong enough, or big enough, or brave enough to take on the asshole asserting a little display of dominance for his buddies. The violence of the assault had scrambled his brains in more ways than one. If he was honest, it had stirred juices he didn’t know he had, and that scared him more than a big dumb fuck with dominance issues and a hard on for Jack Daniels. “You ever been raped, boy?” Turning away, Tony mouthed ‘please’ and tried retreating to his safe house, the one in his mind that blanked out everything hateful and ugly. The biker’s hands pried him loose from his tentative scrabbling for safety, stroking and plumbing his flesh with determination, and sensation swelled from the inside out, responding and slamming the door against fleeing. “Well, have you?” “N-no.” Tony bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut tight, tighter, until the explosion behind his eyelids lifted him into orbit and he came, hot and sweet, cursing himself to hell and back because he loved it. He hated it. Later he could not recall cleaning up or wrapping the apron around his waist, hiding most of the wet spots on his jeans and tee shirt. He did remember watching the big man pause at the door and give him a strange look because he had asked, “Have you?” “Have I what, kid?” “Been raped.” “Not anymore.”...

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M for Molly Hammerman #AtoZChallenge

Posted by on 3:09 pm in A-Z 2014, Featured, Introductions | 4 comments

M for Molly Hammerman #AtoZChallenge

Hi there! I’m Molly Hammerman, and I’ll be your host for today’s letter, M. I am a pen name that’s just getting her feet wet in this great big literary world. In fact, I’m going to have my very first erotic short story out in an anthology very soon! I’m rather excited about that. My ‘real world’ person is also an author, but her work tends to be tamer than mine. I’m new, and still figuring out who I am, so to speak, and I am looking forward to exploring different themes and ideas. I’m not ‘in the lifestyle’, but I’m certainly interested in learning about it. I enjoy reading about BDSM, and having lightly practiced it, am fascinated by the control that one gives up or receives. I find pain fascinating, both in the giving and receiving of it. There’s a certain power, I think, and control when one accepts pain and makes it their own. I adore romance, as well, and think that there’s plenty of romance to be found in books of kink. Aren’t well all just looking for that one person (or multiple people if you’re REALLY lucky) who just GETS what we like? Who’s willing to give it to us just the way we want it, and perhaps even push some boundaries to see how far they can take us? To me, that’s romance and I love to read and write a happy ending to my characters. I have a fascination with fairy tales, both in their original form and in the retelling. It’s interesting how so many countries have similar folk tales and I love to read about regional tales of horror or local legends. I’m not a ghost hunter though…I’ll leave that to the professionals. I will not be staying in an abandoned hotel overnight just to see who’s going to kill me at midnight. I’ll write about it, yes, but partake? I like to do my experimenting in the pages of a book. I’d like to leave off with this thought-is there something that you enjoy reading about (or watching others do) that you have no interest in doing yourself? For me, it’s the ghost hunting/graveyard crawl sort of thing. I enjoy ghost TOURS and hearing stories, but I don’t want to be the person actively doing the...

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